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terror, his veins nearly bursting out of his arms, his mouth wide open, screaming.
    “Ramsey!” I say, touching him lightly on the shoulder.
    He moves his shoulders away from me in a sudden, jerking motion. He jumps out of bed and starts throwing pillows and blankets on the floor, with angry, vigorous yet soft thuds.
    “Ramsey! Ramsey!”
    I don’t know what’s happening or how to stop it. He doesn’t seem to hear me yelling his name. Or it just sends him into an even angrier rage. He grits his teeth and huffs through them. Then he runs to the door, obviously meaning to open it, but in his half- awake, half- asleep state, he’s in a stupor, and he overshoots it, crashing into the door with one shoulder and then slumping down onto the floor.
    Only then does he wake up, with a surprised jerking motion, his eyes popping wide open.
    He looks at me, then looks around in bewilderment, as if he doesn’t recognize me, or his surroundings at all, not even his own bedroom.
    “Ramsey?” I ask, tentatively. “It’s Monica.”
    I decide to take the tone of a trusted medical professional, the way I’ve seen people do on TV after someone has suffered a concussion.
    “We’re in your house,” I continue. “Your bedroom…”
    “Monica,” he says, sounding almost completely back to normal now.
    But his eyes still flitter back and forth, and he looks remorseful, regretful, and embarrassed. His shoulders slump and he sits back down on the bed in a resigned state.
    “I’m so sorry.”
    I hug him, not knowing what else to do, but it must be an appropriate idea, because he wraps his arms around me, breathing heavily.
    “There’s another thing I should have told you,” he says. “But it doesn’t happen all the time. I thought it had mostly gone away, until I’m deployed again…”
    “What is it?” I ask him, although I know I’ve just had it shown to me better than he can probably explain it.
    “I have night terrors.” He sighs. “They’re pretty awful.”
    “Yeah,” I agree, as I keep my arms wrapped tight around him. “I can see that.”
    After a few minutes, he says, “Do you want me to take you back to your car? I’m so sorry for scaring you like this.”
    “No, I’m fine,” I tell him. “I mean, unless it’s easier for you if I go…?”
    “No. Stay.”
    He pulls me back onto the bed with him, and we look up at his ceiling in the darkness.
    “Well, we did say we wanted to have an exciting night,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
    “Hrmph.” He lets out a low chuckle.
    Minutes tick by. I try to think of what to say, or do, next, to try to make him feel better, but I’m still a bit startled myself, and I don’t really understand what happened.
    Then Ramsey says, “I guess I owe you an explanation.”

Chapter 8
     

     
    “I feel so bad that that happened,” I tell Monica, as we cuddle in the darkness.
    Cuddling is something I’m not used to, something I don’t usually do. But it feels right at this moment, with Monica. I want to tell myself it’s the least I can do after scaring her half to death. But if I’m being completely honest, it feels nice for my own sake. It feels safe. Secure.
    “And I feel even worse that I didn’t tell you,” I continue. “It’s just, so embarrassing. And since I didn’t think it would happen, I didn’t want to look like an idiot telling you about this weird… thing… that happens to me.”
    “So it doesn’t happen every night?”
    Her tone is curious, not judgmental.
    “No. It hasn’t happened in a while. It usually comes and goes in waves. I guess this is the beginning of a new phase. I had kind of thought… hoped… I’d gotten it under control.”
    I don’t say anything further. I feel like an idiot.
    “Is there anything in particular that triggers it?”
    “Stress,” I say.
    Memories , I want to add, but I don’t.
    “It’s probably because of the training tomorrow,” I admit.
    “Intense, war- like conditions,” she says. “I